"Hey mate," Harry poked the part of Ron's face with his wand that wasn't submerged in Hermione's hair. "Wake up, you're going to miss breakfast,"

Ron's eyes opened wide; he wasn't about to miss his favorite meal of the day. Suddenly a look of surprise crossed his face at his current state. Not only had he slept downstairs, but with Hermione stretched out between his legs and her head on his chest. The surprise quickly melted into a smile of euphoria and pure happiness when the events of the previous night came to mind. Hermione was finally his girl, nay, his woman.

"Bloody hell, Harry, watch where you point that thing!" he was careful not to be too loud, Hermione was so cute when she slept. Before Harry could continue, Ron felt her shift her legs as she twisted her back around to look Ron in the face and sigh.

"Mmm…Good morning, Ron," she whispered and smiled at him. When she saw he wasn't looking at her, Hermione quickly whipped her head around and noticed who was standing over them. Without even thinking, she pulled the blanket that was around her feet up to her neck with a shriek.

"Harry! I'm in my pajamas! And…Ron too, but he's used to that around you..." she looked back at Ron for some support.

"I'm sorry, Hermione, I just came down here because I was worried about Ron. Now, I'm a bit worried about your, uhm, situation, but I'll take a wild guess as to what happened last night," he gave Ron a smug smile. "I suggest you two get up if you want to avoid a scene. People will be waking up soon."

Harry walked back up to his and Ron's dormitory leaving the couple to their own devices.

"Ron…" Hermione had turned and faced him again with a serious look on her face; this couldn't be good. What if she changed her mind?

"Y-yeah, Hermione?"

"Ron…your pinning my arm against the couch and its falling asleep, quickly." he breathed a sigh of relief and shifted to his left. "Ahh…thank you."

A few moments had passed of awkward silence.

"So," they both started together an laughed. He should've known this would happen. After five years of being best friends with this girl and seriously crushing on her for the last three, he thought it would've been simpler to adjust to an overnight change in their relationship.

Was it overnight? Sure they're dating now, but that doesn't change the fact that they've flirted with each other once in a while. For the past few months, they rowed over anything they could just to see the other's temper flare up. To him, there was nothing more beautiful than a ticked off Hermione with red cheeks, passion in her eyes, and wild hair. Well, there was something more beautiful; a naked Hermione with red cheeks, passion in her eyes, and wild hair. Oh shit, Ron…Not now! Damnit she's right between your legs!

"Welllll I guess that means it's time to get up," he said as politely as he could. He didn't want it to end, but he didn't want to embarrass himself either.

"I suppose you're right," she agreed as she sat up and stretched. "I bet a look like a right fright, hmm?"

Ron took in her sight. Most of her hair slipped out of its ponytail and last night's make-up was a bit smudged. Despite the frizz, slight morning breath, and raccoon eyes, she looked kind of cute; probably because she wasn't as neat and proper as he was accustomed.

"Naah." He said with a smile as she launched a pillow in his direction. Ron's keeper skills aided him in catching it as he lightly tackled her against the couch and smiled. "Now, now Miss Granger, I'm glad you're not trying to impress anyone and all, because your throwing arm is awful," he teased her while her eyes grew wide as she suppressed a grin.

Before she could say anything in reply, Ron kissed her again, more confident than last night. Of course their first kiss was amazing, but it was still a little clumsy. Now, his tongue was more experienced when it came to her wants; he even had her whimpering last night.

"Let's go get dressed and I'll meet you downstairs in forty minutes," Hermione pulled away from him. She knew the only way to get him to stop now was to bring up the prospect of food. Ron groaned in compliance.

"Erghh, okay. Forty minutes it is."

When the trio reached the Great Hall, Hermione and Ron refrained from holding hands unless they were under the table. For some reason, it still seemed awkward and they weren't up for dealing with the reputed "Congratulations!" and "About time!" comments from the student body, especially Ron since although he slept with the one girl he's ever cared for, he did not have the freedom of movement like he usually did in his bed.

Breakfast and classes came and went as normal and only the few who were close to Ron and Hermione were able to tell the difference in their relationship. The only arguments they had at all were just playful banter and neither of them could keep some form of a smile off their face.

At the end of their last class four weeks later (it was their one month anniversary), Ron and Hermione went for a walk by the lake. The leaves had already fallen and the cool air nipped at their noses. They laughed at each other's corny jokes and chased each other around. After an hour of being goofy, they settled down against a tree and cuddled as they watched the sun set.

"Ron," Hermione breathed in deeply, capturing the moment, hoping to keep it in her memories forever. "Tell me, why are we so stubborn? It kind of saddens me to know we've denied our feelings for so long. I mean, look at how much time lost…"

"Hey now," he spoke into her ear, "we didn't lose any time. Harry has been put through hell and we've been doing our best to help him cope with all this sh-crap. I can already tell you that I will love every second we spend together, and from the sound of it, I think you will too. You can't blame this on anything, 'Mione, its not like we knew being together would be this…wonderful." Hermione's heart swelled at his last words. She sighed as she kissed the back of his hand she was holding and looked up. The sun's rays filtered through the branches and fell sporadically on the two of them. The golden light made Ron's face glow, she was sure it gave her the same effect because Ron was staring at her also.

"I don't think I've told you Hermione, but you really are gorgeous; a hell of a lot more than you give yourself credit for," Ron smiled as his love blushed and kissed him slowly.

Hermione's mind was baffled how every kiss of theirs never felt the same, yet they did. Each time her chest felt heavy and overwhelmed in a good way, but the sensations were different, especially her physical reactions. She knew the time would come where her hormones would want to control her actions, she just didn't think it'd be so soon. Though Hermione figured it was all the years of pent up emotions and tension that broke her last resisting barrier.

Up until this point, Ron had been a complete gentleman. He never pressured Hermione the least to do something she didn't want to and he always escorted her as far as her dormitory door at night. She wanted tonight to be different however. She was curious to find out what Lavender and Parvati had whispered and giggled about all these years. She wanted Ron. The thought even made Hermione giggle a little to herself. Ron was growing into a handsome man everyday, but he was still a little awkward and tall. She could never imagine him properly in the buff but every once in a while she'd come up with a good image in her mind and get a little randy at the thought.

Hermione had had enough of these childish games, she wanted more. She acted on her craving by grabbing Ron's head and forcing it to the side, allowing her to gently kiss his neck. Without even thinking, she slid the tip of her nose slowly up and down his jaw line, occasionally breathing here or there before she licked behind his earlobe. Ron responded with a moan and immediate bulge in his pants. Hermione chuckled to herself, proud of the reaction she received. Without delay, she continued teasing his earlobe, nibbling on it then sucking it with little force. These actions even triggered her biological systems to respond with warm and wet greetings.

"Oh…Merlin, Hermione…."was all Ron could say. His hands on the other hand were busy doing their own thing; the right was on her bum gently squeezing and pushing her into him while the left was under her cloak and blouse roaming across her back. For the first time in her life, Hermione was aware of her inner thighs. All the blood had rushed from her head and into her danger zone. That's probably is what's making me so light headed and dizzy, aside from Ron of course.

By now the two of them were grinding their hips against the other fiercely and groaning like they couldn't bear to be away from each other. Hermione coursed her fingertips just inside Ron's waistband causing him to suck his stomach in.

"No…Hermione don't…" Hermione stopped teasing his neck for a second and when she didn't get a response, she shrugged the comment off thinking it was her imagination and continued to sweep her fingertips closer to him.

"'Mione," Ron sat up a bit straighter trying to pull away, but it brought her fingers to just brush against the base of his member. This made him quickly suck in air through his teeth as he suppressed a moan.

"What is it?" Hermione was slightly panting.

"We ca-can't. I know it sounds horrible and stuff now, but…not now," he looked pained.

"Surely we can and you want to!" Hermione was feeling a little hurt. Oh goodness, we're so close!

"You're right, I do, you have no fucking idea how bad I do. You're amazing you know, but we can't…I can't explain it either but­–"

"No, Ronald Weasley," Hermione jumped off Ron's lap and kneeled in front of him. "You're going to have to explain this to me because I'm beginning to think there's something wrong. Whether it's with me, you, or our relationship, I don't know. Start talking!" She was on the verge of tears trying to decide if she was more angry or hurt. Why didn't he want to move to the next step with her? It's not like he was forcing her, she actually thought it might be the other way around!

"It's not you and definitely isn't our relationship–"

"Then what is it?" she was standing now, looking down at him.

Ron didn't know what to say so he thought of the best lie he could.

"I-I wanna wait…"

"Wait for what? We aren't Christians like muggles, Ron. In the magic world, it isn't a taboo to shag before getting married," her voice was calmer now but she still had fury in her eyes.

"I just want to make sure it's right, you know?" now he had done it.

"Make sure that it's right? Ron, you know how I feel about you. You know I only went to the Yule Ball with Krum because he saw me as a girl long before you did. In fifth year, I talked with a few Ravenclaws. Yeah, you didn't know because you weren't paying attention to ME," tears were slowly streaming down Hermione's face as she poured her heart out to Ron. "You are just too damn thick to realize what's right in front of you! The last few months, I have never been happier in my entire life and I can honestly say that I think you feel the same way too. So what is there to make sure of, hmm? What do I have that makes you second guess yourself? I have tried everyday to be perfect for you since we first met six years ago and…and…" Hermione couldn't stop her crying now. She looked at Ron as she covered her face with her hands and ran back towards the castle.

"Hermione!" Ron shouted at her back. "Please, come back…"

Just go and chase her! Win her heart back!

This isn't a movie, you git. This is a real girl with real feelings and I really messed up.

Yeah…I'll just wait it out…no sense in talking to Hermione when she's upset, she'll never listen.

Ron gave her a few minute's head start before he grabbed the blanket they were sitting on, folded it, and began walk back up towards the castle.

A/N: Huzzah for drama! Thank you for the whopping TWO reviews I've gotten and one email from a reader. It's great to know some people are reading my story wink. Seriosuly though, I am concerned with this. I know some people must be reading it but I can't think of why I haven't gotten many reviews. The only conclusion I've come to is that I use too much narration compared to dialogue. Do you guys feel the same way?

As for drama, no worry! Something interesting (and totally kinda sweet when you think about it) will happen in the next two chapters, drama of course...but a bit tastier.